sexual restraint: Chronicles of Epic Life, Dreams, and Discovery

In front of a gilded mirror, sexual restraint becomes pure self-worship. She watches herself touch swollen nipples, whispering “sexual restraint” at her own reflection. Legs spread wide on the vanity, she plunges three fingers deep in sexual restraint, eyes locked on the erotic vision. “Look at you in sexual restraint,” she gasps, fucking herself harder. The dual view—mirror and camera—captures every angle as she screams “sexual restraint” and squirts across the glass in a spectacular climax.